Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...

Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...

The trees dance
as the north wind breathes...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

A single kiss
can tattoo a rainbow...

Between the darkness and the light
when restless thoughts run through your head...